6/27/2009

My lover will be here any minute now. She loves me. I know that for a fact. She would not have gone to all this trouble in order to be with me, if she didn't.

I remember the first time I met her.

I was teaching anthropology over at the university at the time, and there she was: animated, enthusiastic about the topic and absolutely stunningly beautiful.

She went on and on and on about the magic practices among the Tiresians on Flores.

She was fascinated by the fact that their shamans seemed to change their gender in order to understand all of the spirit world.

I fell in love at that very moment, but I was her teacher and she was my student, so there was nothing I could do.

Besides, the rumors had it she was a lesbian. My luck exactly!

That didn't stop her though.

"Erik," she said to me. "You are the gentlest soul I have ever met, and I love you dearly. But you are not yourself; you are not the one you were supposed to be. You have the spirit of a gentle woman, not the aggressiveness of a man. I need you to be what you were meant to be."

Then she gave me that Tiresian potion.

I am Courtney, now, and I am at peace with myself. And I am waiting for my lover.

6/22/2009

Professor Manson had invented a kind of time machine that was to open a whole new field of historical studies: Real time anthropological history, watching history in the making.

The researcher was not a time traveler per se, mind you. It was still impossible to move objects back in time. But it was possible, Manson found, to move information. And what is mind, but a complex system of information?

Attaching a person to his Wells Information Accelerator, he could let that man or woman piggy back the mind of any person in the past, so that he or she would see and hear whatever that historical figure experienced at any given time.

He convinced his lab assistant, Ian Tomlin, that he should be the first man on the timeline. After all, you could not risk the great mind of the great professor now, could you? There were rewards, of course: fame, the Nobel price, young female students swooning over him, etc. etc.

It was decided that Ian was to spy on the mind of the great Octavian himself, just before he became the great Roman emperor Augustus.Ian opened his eyes to an old world. He could hear the noise of men and animals in a crowded city, and the strong scent of sweat and manure in the warm Italian air.

He was in Rome, all right, and in a Roman villa. But something had gone wrong, horribly wrong.

He looked down on the nubile and athletic body of a young woman.

He was not in the body of Octavian. He was in the body of one of the slave girls of the household. What more, he was not sitting at the back of her mind, watching the world go by; he was this girl and controlled her body in every way.

This was a disaster! He had to get back. But there was nothing he could do. His interface with the 21st century was broken, and the girl was now in his body, screaming, mad with fear.

"Ah, there you are, my dear Iania Prima!" Octavianus exclaimed as he entered the room.

"I have had yet another quarrel with Marcus Antonius, and is more tense than ever. You know how to make a man relax, don't you?"Finally her "totally useless" knowledge of Latin came in handy, but when facing her first erect cock, Iania had to improvise.This one is for Ian!

Now, Denise have done a good job on your makeup, darling, and believe me, I am the best on hair this side of the city. I will make you look like a princess. A few stripes, a lot of volume, well, you know what's hot these days.

You don't? Oh, forgive me! I constantly forget that you were a boy just yesterday. Do you miss your dick, baby? I would have. I know I would have! But you will get more than enough of that from your husband, dear.

You don't want to be married?

Oh dear, I am afraid it is far too late for that. Mrs. Anderson always gets her will.What did you do to piss her off, anyway? Her last servant tried to sell her silverware, and he -- ah, she -- is married to a naval officer now. Did you do something like that, gorgeous? Yeah, I thought so.

Jane bent down and unwrapped her husband's head. He had a wild look in his eyes.He was gagged, though, and didn't manage to say a word.

"Oh my, Andrew, you are beautiful! Transfemme has done an excellent job on you. Let us look at your tits!" She tore loose some more plastic. "Hmmm, big and juicy, just as my brother likes them..."She stood up. "Don't go anywhere, Andrew! I am going to prepare the family dinner. I promise, we will unwrap you after we have eaten!"

She chuckled all the way to the kitchen. This was so much better than divorce!